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by Paper Brigade

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released 20 August 2013

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Track Name: Knucklesplitter
My knuckles are splitting again
It's this time of year, I fear
These ghosts won't say goodbye.

Forced to relive the end,
My old friend.
Ill wish you well with a soft sigh.

The only blood on my hands is my own.

The only blood on my hands is my-

knuckles are splitting again
After all these years, my dear
Torn from holding on so tight.

And if we never make amends
Ill pretend that you don't still haunt me at night.
Track Name: Patriot's Park
Here I find myself again
Driving up fort, windows down,
Hands are shaking.
I'm treading asphalt, dirt, and cracked cement
Going to a place where the nights I spent

With my best friends,
The people who listen,
The ones who bail me out of my bullshit depression.
Take hits and talk shit
About the clowns and pricks
And how we hate this town and were never getting out.

An old table with all our names carved faintly in it
Pile of cigarettes
Gravel caked in sweat and spit
Tonight I'm driving that same old route,
Right past the park,
The one right by Pete's house.

And I wonder if it's the same,
Cause in my heart, nothing has changed-

With my best friends
The people who listen
The ones who bail me out of
My bullshit depression
Take hits and talk shit
About the clowns and pricks
And how we hate this town
And we're never getting out.

I can still remember June in '09
My nervous breakdown
Puking out the drivers side.
Matt showed up and he calmed down.
He held my head, and said
"you'll make it out".

Three years spent in the back of that truck,
Drink every night from old plastic solo cups.
Sang the same songs on and on,
Always end with words from
That old As Luck Would Have It Song:

This is growing up.

These are my best friends,
The people who listen,
The ones who bail me out of my bullshit depression
Take hits and talk shit about the clowns and pricks
And how we hate this town
And we're never getting out.

This is growing up.